oh boy

Being me is so funny because a while ago i was sure i was getting sick but i was actually just having a panick attack, and today i thought i was feeling a panick attack coming but it was really just my period, but also, the panick attack could still be on the table, what do i know. Or, i could be getting a cold, whatever 
          
          So, long story short, Anxiety or Physical Sickness, that is The Question

just finished what feels like the saddest book i ever read 

I know i shouldn't listen to the magnus archives at night but daaamnnnn

Granma: *opens the fridge, takes out a small box* Ooh, I almost forgot. We have to remember to eat this
          
          Me: What's that?
          
          Gran: Oh, it's... what's it called...? Uuh... It's... tongue!
          
          Me: 
          
          Gran:
          
          Me: Tongue?
          
          Gran: Yes, my friend gave it to me 
          
          Me: *sweating*
          
          Gran:
          
          Me: I'm not sure I can eat that
          
          Gran: What? No! It's not /tongue/! *whispers to herself* Why did I tell him that, now he won't eat it 
          
          Me:
          
          Gran: It's... It's ham! Yes. Yes, it's special ham 
          
          Me: 

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Why can't I let go?

Honestly, I don't know what scares me the most: the idea that someone, some day, could really see me, or the idea that nobody ever will at all.

And if you talk too much 
          -- Which you always do -- 
          Don't think that 
          I really need you to

You, you wear me down
          My defences are gone now
          And I can't fight